Day 343. The score. (9/12/13)

343.

22 blogs left. 

Three weeks and we're done.

I was going to review The Waterboys tonight but it's been a long day and I've only just started making my tea (9pm but I didn't have lunch until 4 so it kind of works out) and I've got a splitting headache but I'm putting my faith in a bottle of Chablis to sort that out. Medical science may disagree on that last point but me and medical science disagree on tons of stuff.

So I thought of a treatise on the need to aspire to beauty, wit and invention in popular song contrasting the work of Cole Porter with 'What Does the Fox Say' (look it up on YouTube and fill in your own profanity in the gap before the next paragraph)

Instead I'll tell you what's really important.

Matty's school team played in Nuneaton tonight (not a clue, Birmingham way?) - last 16 in a national tournament. Now Matty hasn't had a lot of football since leaving his team last October; the occasional game for the school, tends to get 15-20 minutes here and there as a sub. The school has a very good team, lots of kids at club's academies so it's hard to break in, I want to get him back into a Sunday league team but the choice has to be his.

Tonight he got in just before me, just before eight; he'd played the entire second half. As a striker. He's generally been a defender, right back suits him perfectly. The school have used him more on either wing. Tonight though? Up front. He maintains that his goal was 'only a tap in' but I've pointed out to him that there's no such thing as 'only' a tap in; you have to be in the right place at the right time to tap that ball in.

He's 13, he's travelled to Nuneaton and back this afternoon, he's had a full 40 minutes, his team have won 9-0 and he scored.

And that is what's really important.

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